Ellen Gray or, The dead maiden's curse. A poem, by the late Dr. Archibald Macleod [i.e. W. L. Bowles] |
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Her mother said, “My child, go unconfin'd,
“For thou art meek and harmless, and thy mind
“The water's sound may soothe; or, as it blows,
“The very tempest bring thy mind repose.”
Ellen oft wander'd to the northern shore,
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And heard, with boding voice, the gaunt Tregagel roar,
Among the rocks, and when the tempest blew,
And like the shivered foam her long hair flew,
And all the billowy space was tossing wide,
“Rock! rock! thou melancholy main,” she cried,
“I love thy noise, oh, ever sounding sea,
“And learn stern patience, while I look on thee!”
“For thou art meek and harmless, and thy mind
“The water's sound may soothe; or, as it blows,
“The very tempest bring thy mind repose.”
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And heard, with boding voice, the gaunt Tregagel roar,
Among the rocks, and when the tempest blew,
And like the shivered foam her long hair flew,
And all the billowy space was tossing wide,
“Rock! rock! thou melancholy main,” she cried,
“I love thy noise, oh, ever sounding sea,
“And learn stern patience, while I look on thee!”
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